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@liluminarium asked: “ hey, why don’t we get out of here? would that be better? “ // poe (oc) to michael ! ( @gunactii )
“I-”
Mike grits his teeth and balls his fists up as he looks over at his ‘ friends’ inside the diner. One of them is currently holding up a Foxy plush, and gut feeling says they’re making fun of him with it.
“Yeah, fuck this place let’s go to the arcade or somethin’.”
@liluminarium asked: i'm kinda at a loss for words. / that was... very kind of you. thank you. // a ( very embarassed ) poe to lavinia ? ( @gunactii )
The last time Poe had been visiting the Afton household, Mike had managed to rip a rather nice jacket they were wearing. Lavinia gently took them by the hand and told them to tell their parents that they had forgotten the jacket at the Afton’s and would get it next time they went to hang out with Mike. Three days later , Lavinia had a new version of the same jacket bought for them.
“ I wont tell the big man in red that you got an early Christmas present if you don’t.~”
@liluminarium asked: i was just getting ready to convince you to order in pizza or something. // poe to henry ? ( @gunactii )
“Pizza, this early in the d-?”
Henry ,for the first time today, pauses from his work to check the nearby clock which flashes a bright red 6:00.
“...Oh.”
@liluminarium / @gunactii asked: ( x ) overall ? a variety of characters that are all cool in their own ways ! stylistically ? the little emojis assigned to every character ! the mun ? fun to talk to & plot with !!
what’s my blog trademark? || ACCEPTING
{🍎} WREEEENNNNN you’re gonna make me cryyyyy, you are way too sweet to me. Honestly, I could say the same about you. I absolutely adore each character of yours I have interacted and each one has been a hit for me.
❝ sorry, i didn’t realize you could hear me. ❞ // @dashingtravels to hugh !
random dialogue prompts - no longer accepting
hugh tended to eavesdrop. a bad habit, perhaps, but some conversations simply carried such an air of mystery and intrigue that he couldn’t help listening in. he savored peculiar stories just as much as peculiar items. in this case, the other appeared to be talking to himself, which only interested hugh more.
his head tilted to hear the stranger’s words over the birdsong and less intriguing chatter in the park, the birdwatching guidebook in his hands forgotten. and… a puzzled hum escaped him before he could stifle it, a clear response to something the other had said.
i didn’t realize you could hear me. hugh’s eyes widened guiltily. “ah— sorry.” he cleared his throat and shifted on the bench, uncomfortable. “i, um… i didn’t mean to eavesdrop. it just— seems like you’ve got a lot on your mind, you know, and i wondered if i might— that is, i wondered if i could help you in some way.” nervous rambling. curiosity got the better of him as he tentatively added, “can i? help you?”
❝ i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to bother you. ❞
[ to meredith, from @terrafound ! ]
starter prompts - accepting // @terrafound
The knock at the door had interrupted Meredith’s baking. She needed several seconds to tidy herself enough to answer, and she opened the door still wearing an apron and wiping flour from her hands with a towel. A warm smell wafted past her from the lighthouse kitchen: freshly-made blueberry muffins.
Though her face was flushed from hurrying to the door, Meredith showed no sign of resentment at his arrival. She gave him a reassuring smile. “No need to apologize, dear. You’re not a bother at all. How can I help you?” Her smile faltered as she got a better look at him; worry flickered in her eyes. “Are you alright?”
“ can i ask… what happened? ”
[ to charlie, from @lcstfcund ! ( hello ! ) ]
question prompts - accepting
charlie normally delighted in attention. on the stage, especially, beneath the warm glow of spotlights, or when sharing her best paintings. but not now. not when she sat on a park bench, her knee jittering and her face tear-stained, her bicycle little more than a crumpled wreck leaned against the bench. not now.
she shook her head adamantly and attempted a reassuring smile, though it wavered at the edges and she couldn’t meet the other’s gaze for long. “oh, nothing. it’s nothing, it’s— it’s really nothing.” she was a dreadful liar, and she failed to convince herself as well. blotchy red seeped through the torn knee of her overalls. it hurt, but charlie didn’t care about that, really. she cared more about the broken canvas that rested on her lap, cradled in her hands gently like some sort of injured bird with wood for bones.
“i just, um… crashed my bike, a bit.” more than a bit. the lump in her throat blocked any further attempts to explain. don’t fall to pieces, she chided herself. you’re being silly. “i’ll be alright, really, in a moment or so,” she managed to add, though the shakiness of her voice did little to aid her persuasiveness.
“ why are you looking at me like that? ”
[ from @rcnaway , to ( your choice ) ! ]
question prompts - accepting
ah, he’d caught him.
sat on the cobblestone ledge of a bridge in the park, foxtrot smiled amiably and said, “trying to reckon how tall you are, is all.” as well as judging how readily this person would assist a stranger. as much as he dodged asking anyone for help, his options were growing slim and his patience even slimmer.
he pointed up, into a nearby oak tree. “see that?” a pocket-watch on a slender chain. it dangled on a high branch, its chain tangled in twigs, glimmering gold in the sunlight that flickered through the leaves. “’m trying to reach it. haven’t had much luck.” his appearance betrayed his failed attempts to retrieve it. leaves tangled in his hair, dirt smudged on his cheek, scratched hands. he may have fallen once. possibly twice. in his defense, this tree seemed to viciously resent any efforts made to ascend it. it jabbed him with hidden branches and snapped beneath his shoes despite his light frame. he had never met a tree so opposed to being climbed.
the watch hung far above anyone’s height, really, but foxtrot still squinted at the other for effect. “dunno if you’d be tall enough to grab it from the ground. don’t suppose you’re any good at climbing trees, are you?”
